Crazy, Stupid - J.A.
(Jack Abbot x Cop!Reader) You get injured on the job and have to pay a visit to your husband at his beloved workplace.
warnings: just fluff 🙇 probably inaccurate info on police protocol and medicine, thats about it i guess?? not proofread/spellchecked!
This went a bit longer than a short blurb that i planned to do but I got carried away lmao
"He's not going to like this," you mutter and hiss in discomfort, trying not to shift in your seat too much as the car quickly turns on the corner. Your colleague pulls up to the Emergency entrance at PTMC and hastily parks your police cruiser to the side.
"C'mon. Let's get you inside, Lt." Officer Jordan ushers you out the car, careful with not having contact with the right side of your body. The damage wasn't severe by your judgement, but the pulsing pain from your broken wrist and dislocated shoulder almost made you pass out when the EMTs first checked you.
While on patrol, a small group of drunk and disorderly men were having a shouting match outside of a bar. A regular occurrence at this hour of the night. Handling the situation on your own was a big miscalculation on your part. Ten years in the force made you think it was an easy situation to handle.
Any amount of experience didn't really matter when one of the men--practically a beast, six foot six and three hundred and thirty pounds large--was charging you towards oncoming traffic.
Luckily, the driver passing was alert enough to slow down and stop short the moment the big blur of a body came towards you. The big guy loses his footing and flattens you on the gravel.
Not quick enough to brace your landing, the combination of a loud Thud! Cruch! Pop! reverberated throughout your body and the wind getting knocked out of you leaves you stunned on the ground. The big drunk beast gets lifted off of you by his intoxicated friends, all inebriated and scrambling. Slurred and loud 'Oh my God!'s and 'We're sorry, please dont arrest us!' hound you with a mess of hands helping you up. More pain blares at your body as one of them accidentally grips your broken wrist.
"Enough!"
Like an irritated mother, you yell at all four men to shut their mouths and sit on the curb. They comply immediately and look at you wide eyed while you radio for back up and paramedics. Officer Jordan arrives within minutes, a look of concern quickly flashes on his face seeing the state of your arm.
"What the fuck-"
"Language, kid. Drunk and disorderlies. Breathalyzer for everyone. Book the O-Liner over there with assault of an officer," you quickly breathe out, the pain finally catching up to your senses. You glance at the four behind you, all of them practically tipping over eachother on the pavement.
Much to your dismay and expert persuasion skills, the EMTs refused to set your shoulder back in place since its not allowed. You knew it was pointless effort, but you wanted to save yourself from the lecturing you'll absolutely get from your husband once he finds you in his territory.
Shen was the first one to see you walk in, grimacing at the state of you. "Ooooh, you're in trouble... " he greets like a giddy kid. You roll your eyes and quickly glance around the room, finding your husband with his back to you, charting on a computer. Parker slowly taps him on the shoulder and tips her head toward your direction.
Hazel eyes quizzically scan through the ED and finally land on you, his shoulders instantly tense. He makes his way to you with haste. Visually trying to take in every part of your body that could be damaged. His hands cup your face examining your head and check your eyes with his pen light.
"I'm fine, Dr. Abbot. Just need a cast on my wrist, my shoulder back in place and I'll be on my way," you try to ease his worries using a lighter tone in your voice. He ignores your efforts though, and quickly finds you an open bed much to your protest. Shen was already rolling in a portable x-ray and Parker was helping ypu out of your uniform to examine your shoulder.
"Seriously, guys. All three of you?" your protests fall on deaf ears complaining about special treatment. Jordan watches in amazement as his superior--which he mostly fears, gets babied by the experts at PTMC's Emergency Department. He gives the run down of what happened when he arrived at the scene to Jack, as if he was reporting to his supervisor.
What if you hit your head and cracked your head open?',
'You shouldn't be alone handling that many people',
Don't you roll your eyes at me. I'm being serious'.
By the time Jack's whole lecture finished, x-rays were done, a nurse was on her way to get supplies for a cast and Shen was working on how to set your shoulder back in its socket. You grit your teeth and try to suppress the painful groan fighting to escape your lips, keeping your eyes glued to Jack who was focused on the senior attending.
Officer Jordan was excitedly showing off the dashcam footage of your little stunt, basically pancaking to the floor. A collective sound of flinches and 'Oh my God's echoed from the central bay.
"Do you think I can get a copy of that video?" John asks when he finally gets your shoulder fixed. Your tightly shut eyes turn into a glare at the man.
"Shen, get out," Jack clamps his hand on his shoulder a little too heavy than friendly as a warning. He raises his hands in surrender and backs out of the room, probably going to Parker who most definitely has her own copy of it by now.
"I'm in love with a maniac," he mutters assessing your shoulder if no other injury took place. The nurse arrives with a tray full of the materials needed for your cast which Jack insisted he should apply.
"Yeah, and you were dumb enough to put a ring on it," you dip your head to try and catch his eyes as he sits on a rolling stool next to your bed. He looks at you--less irritated now, and smiles shaking his head.
He gets mad but forgives you the second he feels it because he knows you'd never purposefully put yourself in harms way for nothing. You sit in silence the whole time he works on your wrist, letting the usual sounds of the ED to fill the space.
Jack finishes and repeats a million more questions of how you were feeling or if anything else hurts on your body. All of that is met with a stern look coming from you, amused by your husband's thoughtfulness but also annoyed he's putting himself in more stress thinking he might have missed a diagnosis. Getting off the bed and glancing at the open door, you quickly take your chance at shutting your yapper husband's mouth with yours. It was only meant to be a quick peck but Jack had kept you against his chest by a firm grab on your waist, kissing you longer.
"Get out of here, Crazy," he says, lips still brushing against yours.
"See you at home, Stupid," walking out of the room to fetch your colleague by the ear, haughtily flirting with the nurses at the central bay.
